Married a Mafia Princess
Part 12's. Entrapment
Sunday morning Tristan was still lounging in bed. He rolled to the right and to the left not knowing what to do when the sun was already rising.
Tok to tok.
"Tris woke up this afternoon. Everyone has gathered in the dining room just waiting for you." Isyana's voice came from outside the door.
There's no answer it looks like Tristan is upset. He looked at the photo of his little girl who was caught on camera making out with a man.
"But still a boy. Aaagh." Tristan threw his phone away.
"Tris! Son!" call Isyana again.
"The same other mama just have breakfast first so Tristan will take his own meal."
"Well then, but aren't you today there's no Tris show?"
"There is no Ma. So today Tris wants a complete break, don't bother ya Ma."
"Okay, get some rest." Isyana walked out of Tristan's room. The woman understands that Tristan does need a lot of rest considering her son is always busy with his work plus he is also still in college.
Tristan picked up his phone again, swiping his screen maybe something cracked.
"It's still good it turns out." Tristan sighed then opened the gallery and looked at the photos of Dilvara he had collected. From childhood until the girl becomes a teenager.
"Is it ethical if I tell you how I feel now? Didn't Dion ever tell the girl that I liked her? Aargh." Tristan scooped his face rough.
Suddenly he remembered Chexil's words the other day as he chimed in his fist.
What car is so bad?
Mobilang love but dear has been rejected first.
"True Chexil said, now I've felt it." He smiled wryly.
"Why do I like you so much? There are many other women more beautiful than you, including the Chexil." Tristan also recalled how Jessica had expressed her feelings for Tristan but was forced to refuse because it was not in accordance with the wishes of her heart.
"However, why is it that none of these women can divert my feelings towards you?" Tristan is still a monologue.
"No .. no he still has to be mine no matter what. Has he not rejected me? I have to tell you my feelings before it's too late" Tristan said.
He immediately got up, entered the bathroom and dressed. After combing his hair and spraying perfume he immediately rushed out of the room to visit Dion's residence.
"Where are you going? He said today there was no timetable" Isyana protested as she watched her son pass the dinner table.
"There is a sudden interest Ma" replied Tristan.
"Eat first."
"No need to let Tris eat out."
"This gate is recalcitrant also yes the time of refusing mother's request. Chila's turn to not eat her long talk is beating the train" protested Chila.
"Rightly said your sister Tris, you should take breakfast with family unless it is because it is desperate and really in a hurry."
"All right Pa." Because it was not good, Tristan sat down and ate breakfast. Throughout the meal he did not speak. Usually he's the noisiest at the dinner table with Chila.
Nathan looked at Tristan's face. From the look on his face, the man knew that his sister was having problems. But he did not dare to ask. As long as Tristan doesn't tell him Nathan is convinced that his sister can handle her own problems.
"Why don't you pray together?" chila asked after they had finished their lunch.
"Abang prayers in the room," Tristan replied quickly. He who really likes to give advice to his sister always get protest if he can not give an example to his sister.
"Say that you lied. Brother doesn't pray dawn right," Chila guessed again. The boy often irritated Tristan.
Unlike Nathan who does not want Chila to approach because of his cold attitude, Tristan has always been his friend to argue when at home because they are both close.
"Abang again came the moon," answered Tristan carelessly and immediately rose from his seat.
"Tris goes Ma, Pa and the others" said Tristan. Before anyone answered Tristan had already walked away from them.
"Be careful boy" shouted Zidane.
Chila wants to protest but is detained by Nathan. Seeing Nathan shake his head, Chila was silent for fear.
"Sir Shasa knows, why is he so quiet?" asked Laras who was curious because the grandson who usually makes the atmosphere so crowded suddenly became calm.
"Syasa doesn't know Ma."
"You know Nath?" Isyana turned to ask Nathan.
"Not even Ma. He never told me."
"Is there a problem with his job?" isyana Mummings.
"You helped dong." Isyana told Zidane.
"Let him solve his own problems first if we fail to help" Zidane said.
"You are right, son, do not be helped immediately so as not to be spoiled and accustomed to relying on the help of others. Moreover, he is a boy," continued Mr. Alberto.
"Yes Pa" Zidane replied.
"Nath you please ask your sister what the problem is. Mama's afraid the problem is serious."
"Good Ma."
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He looked at the name on his phone screen. "Dimas, what's the matter with him calling in the morning?"
📱"Hello Dim has this early in the morning called me?
📱"Why Tris kok sewot so answer? What's more pms?" From across the phone Dimas sounded giggling.
📱"He's done you bother."
📱"Aits bother, I'm calling because I want to give you information."
📱"Journalists will use all information. Is important?"
📱"I'm the journalist, you're the presenter." Dimas is now chuckling.
📱"Say no need to be convoluted!"
📱"Jeez so gini anyway. Do not-don't elo exchange Sukma yes with Abang lo."
Tristan turned off his phone because he was lazy to hear the babble of his friend.
Cling.
Suddenly a notification came into his phone. Apparently Dimas switched to sending messages because his phone connection was cut by Tristan.
Tristan turned to look at the photo sent by Dimas. He then called Dimas back.
📱"Send the address!"
Not long after heard the notification again. Tristan thought it must be from Dimas and his conjecture was correct. Dimas sent the address requested by Tristan.
Tristan got on his bike and immediately forwarded to the address that Dimas sent earlier. He did not go to Dion's house because the girl he was looking for was there.
Arriving in front of the restaurant, Dimas was already waiting for him.
"Where is he?"
"Into Tris."
"Okay, I'm in."
Dimas nodded and stepped into the room behind Tristan.
"Where?" he asked again after not finding his little girl there.
"So it was there," Dimas replied as he pointed at a table. His eyes seemed to be looking for the person he had seen earlier.
"That" point Dimas in a room that is romanticized and connected to the outside of the restaurant that looks cool because of the garden that adds to the romantic impression.
Tristan turned his head, his blood suddenly boiling from seeing Dilvara being hugged by a man.
Tristan walked quickly towards them. He was about to release the man's hand grip on his little girl's waist.
"Tristan." The sound of a greeting. Tristan turned his head, he saw some people carrying cameras.
"Are you also invited to make an advertisement in this restaurant?"
"meaning?" Tristan does not understand.
"We were taking photos of various members at the restaurant to create an advertisement. This restaurant is still new. So the owner wants to introduce this restaurant to the public a lot."
"So they?"
"Oh yes they are the designated model to introduce the romantic places in this restaurant."
"Oh so yeah. Thanks for the information."
"It's the same."
Tristan backed away then turned outside the room. Out there Dimas waited for Tristan with a forced smile.
"Dimas!" tristan shouted annoyed.
"Hehe .. I'm sorry I got the wrong one. I don't know if they're getting any more syut."
Tristan shakes. "Other times if you want to give clear information. Fucking fake reporter." Both just chuckle.
"Eh Tris is ...."
"Chexill."
"Yes right it looks like he's being followed by criminals."
"You just wait here let me handle it."
"Kill you be able to fight them yourself? Elo, isn't that Lo's brother?"
"I'll prove that Tristan is also capable of being a hero." Tristan spoke while clenching his hands like a panco-fighting person.
Dimas chuckles. "Yes proved there let Dimas judge."
"Okay, you wait here."
Seriate....
Don't forget to leave a trace!🙏
